First off, I'd like to apologize for taking so long to get to this point. I'm hoping the suspense made it worth the wait. So here's the chapter you've all been waiting for! My apologies for the massive amounts of swearing. :x
Beth's POV: (Journal)
12/22
I'm not gonna write 'Dear Journal' and shit because you're not a fucking person. You're a journal. And damn, now I'm talking to a journal. Hey, at least I can curse in here without being reprimanded. Fuck you, society.
Oh right, so I'm supposed to talk about my day or whatever. Today was... interesting, to say the absolute least. But if you're to be spoken to like a person, journal, then you're to be treated like one too, right? And people like a little mystery in their lives; you know, to keep things interesting. So consider my not telling you what went on today a favor. I'm keeping you young and relevant. You're welcome.
Signed, LOL at you. :-)
Finn's POV:
I sat on the couch with Beth, still emotionally scarred and thoroughly exhausted. I flipped the channel to some Michael Buble Christmas special and closed my eyes in attempt to catch a quick snooze. In the middle of "Baby It's Cold Outside," I heard the doorbell ring and groaned. Beth glared at my anti-social ways and got up to answer the door herself as I indulged myself in the admittedly smooth sounds of Buble and the inside of my eyelids.
But Beth of course had to ruin that, tapping on my shoulder like a fucking woodpecker. "Finn, Finn!" she whisper-yelled into my ear. "Wake the hell up!"
"Goddammit, Bethany," I moaned in response before opening my eyes fully and seeing Beth above my head with another woman next to her. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed that Beth's little 'friend' was Rachel.
"Holy fuck, Rachel!" I blurted out as I sat up and tried to make myself presentable.
"Thank you, Beth," Rachel nodded towards my cousin. "I'll take it from here." With that, Beth made her way upstairs.
"R-rachel.. What are you doing here?" I asked, still a bit groggy from just waking up from my thirty-second snooze. But instead of an answer, Rachel took her hand and slammed it against my cheek. "Ow. What the fuck?" I mumbled, rubbing my cheek where her palm had collided with it. That's going to leave a mark.
Rachel stared at me blankly. "I've wanted to do that for so long."
"Well, there. You did it."
"We need to talk."
I nodded, stunned by her determination. "Yeah, we do."
Rachel sat down on the other side of the couch and curled her legs up onto it as well, making herself as comfortable as possible, as I remembered she usually did in uncomfortable situations. She faced me, her eyes looking directly into mine and her gaze strong and powerful. "Why are you still in Lima, Finn?"
"Puck went off to the war, Quinn's an incapable mother, and I'm raising Beth," I told her as I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.
"And this happened when?"
"Two years ago, maybe. I didn't know you were still here too, though. What happened to those Broadway dreams of yours?"
"Shattered. I had no self-confidence and therefore no drive or ambition. I blame you, by the way."
I nodded. She did have a point. "I'm sorry."
Rachel scoffed in disbelief. "I come to your house, still questioning my own sanity, and all you have to say is 'I'm sorry'?"
"I don't know what the fuck you want from me, Rachel!" I nearly yelled as my body heated up. I hated when she played the guilt card. Did she not think I felt guilty enough already? "You talk all 'let's have an honest conversation' and shit when you couldn't even speak to me like you knew me at the conference! What am I, some kind of fling to you?"
"A fling?!" She gasped angrily. "You really think I'm low enough to consider my ex-fiance a freaking fling?!"
"You acted like you forgot me! Like we meant nothing! What the hell did I do to deserve that!?"
At this, Rachel exploded, standing up right in front of me. "YOU LEFT ME AT THE FUCKING ALTER, FINN! You expect me to see you for the FIRST time since then with open arms and a welcoming presence?! Do you have any idea how many months of therapy I had to go to because of your fucking charade?!"
"You knew where I was going!" I shouted back in response. "You could have followed me out and we could have talked then!"
"OH, well excuse me for not being more than a little confused and hurt when my fiance simply walked away from me AS I WAS ABOUT TO SAY MY VOWS!"
I couldn't help but stare at the red-faced woman who now stood right in front of me. Never in my life had I ever heard Rachel Berry curse, and as bad timing as this was, it seriously turned me on. But that wasn't important. "I don't know what else you want me to say."
"Then don't say anything," she concluded, tears filling her eyes as she picked up her purse from the floor next to the couch which I assumed she had put there while I was still sleeping. "Coming here was a mistake, anyway. I thought I'd be able to handle this but you're just as immature and selfish as you were senior year. I'm done with this, and I'm beyond done with you." And with that, she exited, slamming the door behind her in a rage.
Dammit Hudson, you really fucked up this time.
IntEnSE!? ?1 I hope it was all that you guys hoped for and more. Again, thank you for your patience. Feedback would be incredible to hear, considering the fact that this is my first time writing legitimate angst. :-)
